Holding the Brush!

It's a common story, that a brush with death
gives you a new lease on life!
I never thought,  of course, that I would be one of those
holding the brush.
It's not the sort of experience you would willingly click on
and down load another copy. One go at it is plenty enough
to inspire a deep appreciation of physical existence.

After my near miss, I was fortunate enough to have people around

whose expertise and skill were tremendous.

How I appreciated them. Not just the individuals,

but the 'humanity' that saved me, and then rallied round

from all directions to get me up and punching again. 

God...people are terrific.

What happened? Well I'm not a professional soldier;
I didn't have bullets whipping round my nostrils.
I'm not a professional tree lopper either but
that's where I was; nearly thirty feet (about 8 or 9 meters) up a tree
taking off the last branch on the last job on the the final tree after
weeks of skilled work and dozens of lopped trees.

You should swallow that laugh because, oh yes,
even the clever Dicks of the world can miscalculate.
The flick back got me this time.

Whoosh I was up and away... a moments realization,
I was looking at a blue sphere in front of my vision
and then black; blank; gone.
Sometime... later... I ploughed into the ground
right by our pool pump.
Couldn't breathe. Had to work at it a bit, then life
started up once more.
 
There was a complete gap in consciousness between the blue sphere and my crumpling arrival on the ground.
The magic, the invisible integrity,
the sizzling synchronicity that preserved me in the 'gap',
it all (I know this now) comes, as we are fond of saying,
out of the blue.
Don't ask me! forget it! I have no idea what's there! But sheeeyit...
it's definitely there. I can feel the presence of that absence
right now as I type this.

Of course I was a bit of a mess lying there on the lawn with
no one else at home. My mobile , you guessed it, was on
the kitchen bench; which might as well have been the outer edge
of the galaxy from where I was. Besides, my world was only
about the length of my left arm high. I couldn't have reached it
anyway with my pelvis broken in a few places and my right arm busted out.

But that's the bad news... the good news was that I had rolled onto my back and had one arm and a neck that would move me ten centimeters or about four inches at a time.
So off I went creeping like slug, heading for dangling lead of the phone in the hall.
It seemed to take hours to get there. It was hours. I was very cold.
Every little thing was an obstacle. Especially the laundry step
where I got lodged for a long time. But its astounding what you can do when you have to. At last, with a tug, the lovely old phone in the hall landed on my chest. I phoned my wife.  I knew that some caring people would soon come and scoop up the bits; I just gave up.

When I surfaced and opened my eyes many hours later in one of our
major hospitals I realised that all of my family were standing there.
"Christ" I thought, "it's worse that I realised". But it wasn't.
A medic leaning over me said "Jeez, you were lucky,
did you have a motor bike accident?" "Nup" I said, feeling dead
stupid, "I fell out of a tree".
A whole string of 'you were lucky's' came my way from nearly
every one. One cheery individual said "Jeez you were lucky, you shouldn't be here".
I'd crushed the brachial artery in my elbow as my forearm dislocated,
but I had not severed it, so I didn't bleed to death though my hand
was dying without circulation.
I'd ripped that hand open but missed the tendons under my thumb
that, if cut, would have left my right hand disabled for ages.
My spine was free from injury though my sacrum was fractured.
My pelvic organs were undamaged though my pubic symphysis
was busted open and ligaments were all over the place.
I suffered no concussion or brain damage  at all... so I'm still as dopey as ever!
Lucky...eh?

But where is all this leading?  Well, the 'gap' between there and here.
I have a name for it! Through inner guidance, I've always called it the Akudu dimension.
That's my name for the unspeakable stuff at the 'edge' of our daily consciousness.
That's what was really meaningful for me as I was holding the brush!
The space between 'the blue' and the ground.
The 'gap' where my body was but I was not.

The Akudu dimension is a transitional state, a borderline experience;
Leonard Cohen puts it perfectly... "It's coming from a hole in the air, it'scoming from a field that's not exactly real, or it's real but it ain't exactly there".
Now, we would usually say that this is mystical and beautiful
but useless in a pragmatic world. But  be assured that I have been using the Akudu dimension to get very practical results indeed.

If it's hurting and it stops,
if you've had headaches for years and they go away,
If your back pain dissolves and leaves you in peace,
If you are confused and it clears,
if you're angry and you become calm and life changes...
or if you fall from a height with invisible integrity and survive
and rehabilitate beautifully, then that  has to be
solid gold in practical daily living.

Well I'm  going to build up the idea of another dimension for you
in my blog pages.  It's another dimension that is very close,
that has always been there for you and that you can learn to use
really easily to fix nearly any damn thing. 
Why wait till something gets desperate and dangerous
when you can get in first and get better... really better!